Tales of Idolatry
Do not weep do not mourn
Do not move like a pawn
Back into his tight grasp
For that mans like an asp
Cleopatra is gone thanks
To his venomous pranks
Oh the fatal bite
Delivered so trite
Vipera aspis, get lost
You too, Naja Haja, tossed
Like a common adder
Becoming cannon fodder
Vipera berus berus
All green eyed, jealous
Follows the woman around
Copulation one bound
To lose in mating season
The dance of the adders, reason
No rear up, push his head under
Else, white flag it, blunder
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